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"Unlike you, most beings like him cannot walk freely between the worlds. With your power, he may be able to..."

The emperor couldn't finish what he said. The next moment, a storm suddenly blew up in his black eyes. It was not a metaphor, but a real spiritual storm.

The dark but calm universe around him was instantly stirred into a huge whirlpool by this endless spiritual energy. Hundreds of planets were detached from their original orbits due to his sudden burst of emotions, collided with each other, and turned into powder and space.

Dust floating in it.

The mage's expression immediately became serious: "Are you in trouble?"

"No." The emperor shook his head, his expression had never been so gloomy.

The next second, the psychic storm ceased. The shattered planet returned to its original state in an instant, and the deviated planet returned to its correct position little by little. The starry sky became quiet again, and the emperor's expression also became calm.

When not using his psychic powers, he looks like just the most ordinary middle-aged man.

He is still the kind of middle-aged man who works overtime to keep his job and salary, has a lot of trouble at home, and only has ten minutes of free time every day to sit in the car and smoke.

"It's not just trouble." He frowned, his eyes lit up with a little golden light. "Someone is praying to me, but I don't know who it is."

"Countless people pray to you every day, is it possible that you can read them all?" the mage said jokingly. The emperor remained serious and nodded.

"Yes, I will look at every one of them. Although I can't help most of them. I can't respond, but I have to know." His voice sounded almost sighing. "But this...

"

The Emperor extended a hand towards the mage.

He Shenyan took hold of it.

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At first, the sounds were very faint and almost indistinguishable. After a while, the sounds became a little clearer.

Is it a man talking? No, it's a woman. Wait... No, no, it's a lot of people.

They were praying, and the object of their prayers was the same, but the things they prayed for were different.

Some people just want a full meal tomorrow, while others are filled with mourning, telling of the destruction of their hometown and the death of their compatriots. Some sow the seeds of death to heretics in His name, and some sow the seeds of death to heretics in His name.

However, many people chanted His name and slowly walked into death without fear.

He Shenyan frowned and closed his eyes tightly. The emperor's spiritual power opened a small hole for him, and the sounds he usually heard could now be heard by the mage.

The prayer's emotions rushed into his heart without reservation through the emperor's spiritual energy. Those huge emotions were mixed together, causing the mage's heart to tighten instantly. He Shenyan never thought that he would actually have to use all his strength.

Spent on holding back his sorrow. Fortunately, this did not last long, the emperor quickly excluded these sounds, those sounds disappeared, and the surroundings fell into silence again.

Then, he heard it.

A man spoke in a sad tone, his voice sounding like two rough stones rubbing against each other: "My father."

"We have failed. The ideals of the Empire have been destroyed and can no longer be realized. We have fought against each other and killed each other. Our heirs have burned the galaxy with their swords. The common people who once regarded us as heroes and liberators

They are trembling against us now."

"Who is all this because of? Is it because of Lorgar? Some people in the empire commented that it was because he refused to reveal the truth about the massacre that year that Guilliman fell to Chaos, but... Instinct tells

Me, things are not that simple."

"Now, I am about to step into that chaotic frenzy myself, my father."

"Fulgrim personally walked into Chaos for his corrupt son Fabius Bayer. He swore to kill him or never come back. I can't say that he doesn't pay attention to the overall situation.

For there are no traitors among my legions."

"I hope he succeeds, I hope he lives. Just as I hope Magnus and Lorgar are alive, the Empire can no longer bear the death of either of them. Even missing is better than death. I must confirm with my own eyes

Forgive me for this matter, my father..."

He Shenyan opened his eyes and saw the emperor's concerned face.

"Did you hear that?" he asked in a low voice.

"Which of your sons is this?"

A kind of pain made the emperor's face become sad. It was the poison formed by mixing self-blame and guilt. No one had seen this side of him. Only He Shenyan was lucky enough to see such a fragile expression on his face at this time.

: "Angron."

The mage's expression quickly became a little strange. Seeing him looking like he wanted to say something, the emperor sighed: "I know what you want to say. Yes, Angron's fall to Chaos is all my fault."

"As long as you know."

He Shenyan had read the history of the empire, and it was a special edition for the emperor.

This huge human empire that spans the universe has now become bloated and its internal system is full of corruption. Human beings on many planets cannot be called alive. They are just expendable products without self-awareness. They are there for life.

The lower levels of the hive carry out meaningless hard work.

In contrast, in other worlds, those aristocrats who are superior and can enjoy a luxurious life just because of their blood can live carefree forever - various implants and surgeries can greatly extend their life span.

life span.

The Emperor knew these things, but he could not change them at this time.

However, this empire was not without its glory days.

The Great Expedition.

This word has an irreplaceable sacred status even in today's Empire. An Astartes who has lived from the Great Crusade to the present is the treasure of every chapter, and the technologies from the Great Crusade are even more important to the Empire today.

The source of progress - Isn't it ironic? Their scientific and technological progress actually depends on archeology.

In short, in order to fulfill his ideals and to allow all mankind to live freely in this dark galaxy, the Emperor created the Primarch and the Astartes.

The Emperor used this as a basis to implement a great plan with the purpose of uniting all mankind and leading mankind to explore the stars. He intended to unite the fragmented human planets scattered across the galaxy under one leadership.

But the Chaos Gods are not freeloaders. To them, the Emperor's behavior is intolerable. So these four evil gods united for the first time.

They stole the Emperor's son, the Primarch, from the laboratory on the moon. A sudden warp storm scattered these young Primarchs across the galaxy, and they slowly wandered around the universe.

Grow up slowly. Some are always loyal, while others inevitably go astray.

Angron was one of these Primarchs.

He was thrown into a civilized world far away from ancient Terra, called Nucoria. According to local records, he was found by a slave trader in the wild mountains - and surrounded by the young Angron.

There were seemingly endless alien corpses around him.

Scholars of later generations speculated that these Eldar should have foreseen the bloody massacre Angron would commit in the future, so they came here specifically to intercept and kill him. But not only did they fail, on the contrary, their deaths became the reason for the success of this prophecy.

Necessary part.

The experiences of the Primarchs varied, and Angron was perhaps the most miserable among them. The slave traders took him away as a child, healed his injuries, and threw him into the

A gladiatorial arena housing hundreds of slaves.

Audiences were sitting on high platforms in all directions, and trembling slaves huddled in pits filled with acid, using each other's lives and blood to bring joy to the audience. Amid their cheers, Angron finally

He survived, but the price was that he was forced to kill everyone else. When he finally climbed to the high platform in the center of the arena and survived, what awaited him was not freedom.

But a deeper level of despair - he was announced as a potential newcomer in the Dezion Arena, and was given the name Angron Tarke. It means Son of the Mountains...and, still

The property of the Tarc family.

Because the growth rate and appearance of the original body were different from ordinary people, Angron, who was only a few years old, was regarded as a teenager. He was subsequently severely trained and beaten. If he was not careful, he would be beaten for several times in a row.

God's punishment.

In the following years, he quickly grew into an outstanding gladiator and was called the Undefeated. From this title, we can get a little glimpse of his skills. The audience in Dezion enthusiastically supported this burly man.

As a young man, no one knows that he is just a child, but no one cares.

It is worth mentioning that during this period, there was an old gladiator who was very close to him. It is said that he was regarded as a father-like figure by Angron. But the good times did not last long. The two of them were gladiators, and they met once

In the bloody gladiatorial battle, their opponents were two Ogryns. After a difficult victory, Angron's master ordered them to kill each other.

Angron refused.

Then, his deepest nightmare came.

Butcher's Nail.

This is a psionic surgical implant used by Nucoria's ruling class to punish those who disobey. The surgery leaves indelible, irreversible effects on the recipient. Even in Ange

When Lang returned to the Empire, even the Emperor's best Tech-Priests were unable to remove the Butcher's Nail without risking his life.

Its appearance is similar to a kind of cable, which will penetrate the skull and penetrate into the brain like the fingers of a ghost. The Butcher's Nail will enhance the victim's physical strength, strength, and speed. The price is that they will never become a sane and normal person.

He will be haunted by bloody visions every moment.

This cruel technology will amplify the madness and negative emotions of the victim, and the fire of rage will always be burning in the heart, always thirsting for killing and blood.

After the operation was completed, Angron was thrown to the old gladiator. His name should be Onomaus. Then Angron killed the old man in an uncontrollable frenzy. When he woke up, this

The cruel reality made Angron wail like a wild beast for several days.

All the injustices he had suffered before were swirling in Angron's head, and the death of Oenomath was the last straw. Angron set off an uprising - he and his fellow gladiators destroyed the German Empire.

Zion Arena, fled into the mountains with a large slave army, and lived there for several years.

The ruling class of Nucoria sent an army to surround them. Although no one could match Angron on the battlefield, his fellow gladiators were not extraordinary beings like him. There was no food or armor in the mountains.

Without weapons, they lived a hard life, and the day after day fighting made everyone exhausted.

Eventually, seven well-armed armies surrounded them. Desperate, Angron fed his trusted comrades with his own blood to keep them alive, just as the Emperor's flagship arrived in orbit around Nucoria.

He took the imperial army and teleported directly to the cave where Angron was hiding. The way this glorious lord of mankind treated Angron...

Disgusting.

He promised Angron that he would create a legion for him, and they would conquer the galaxy together. Angron refused without hesitation. For him, the most important thing at this time was to fight with his gladiators.

The compatriots live and die together. He chose to fight to the last moment with those damn slave owners and oppressors.

The Emperor returned to his flagship displeased, and then teleported Angron to his flagship just as their battle was about to begin. He could only watch helplessly as his comrades and brothers were treated like dogs by those

The oppressors were all killed, and Angron fell into madness, killing one of the Custodes surrounding him before being overpowered by the Emperor's psychic powers.

Angron angrily asked him why he didn't intervene in their battle. Since he called himself 'his father', why didn't he help him? The Emperor thought that he was short-sighted and did not respond at all.

There is no need to describe what happened after that. He Shenyan believed that the real Angron had died at this moment. His heart had already died on Nucoria, together with his fellow slave gladiators.

They were buried together in the earth.

"At that time, I felt that Angron had betrayed my trust. He was the only Primarch who had not conquered his own planet. By the time I learned about the things in his head, it was already too late." The Emperor continued.

Sighing, his human side examined himself in front of the mage, but He Shenyan only found it funny.

"If you could say these words to him again, things wouldn't be like this."

"I can only say to you." The Emperor looked at him. "I am the master of mankind. I must be rational at all times and inhumane at all times. If not, I will not be able to treat mankind as a whole. They

I can hear all their prayers, but I can’t answer most of them, and here’s the fundamental reason.”

He closed his eyes in pain: "...I am a tool of mankind, not Angron's father. I am not anyone's father."